Words

WORDS

I dreamed, a dream, of a dream, it seems,
I escaped to the world on my pillow, which means
I'll awake to the world, and confront the screams,
By a dream, in a dream, of a dream- it seems.

And 'seems' is all there seems to be.

And here I am, and all I have is these words to communicate to you,
what I have been shown. Yet how do I, a meager writer, with rusting
fingers, and fraying sentences, capture the essence of that flashing
bolt of truth? For these are merely words. And you if you have the
time, the patience, and are so kind as to compliment me, by reading
these works, you may, or may not, absorb them, likely very few of them.
Perhaps finding meaning through the sifting scribble of letters thrown
together.

Yet how wonderful, that I am at least given this chance of being able
to communicate these whisperings of the soul to you. Though not always
will I understand the gifts from your fingertips, I can always
appreciate the struggle that it took to bring them forth, onto paper,
onto a screen, and with tremendous courage, expose these offerings to
the world, for millions and millions to read.

Thank God for language, thank mankind for words, and thank you for
taking the time to read.